Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I let go, Heartagram
Yeah, Benz truck, bad bitches, in the back seat with ten
Bad bitches, kissing bad bitches, they don't f*ck with men
We gon' party hardy, party, hardy, no you can't get in
Bad hoes, rubbing on my necklace, tryna slide it in
Got her in my jewelry, she got my watch on
She gon' suck it, sound good, damn, got my socks gone
I got this fur up on that nigga, caught, I got the fox gone
I make a milli', bring it to my city, got my block on
Yeah, hardest nigga out, these niggas tryna study how I rap
Close from out the country, when I shop, I'm getting this or that
I'm rocking that Ricky with the Ksubi, I just mix and match
When I'm not, it ain't top five, man, that's disrespect
I'm not your twin, I'm not your nigga, and I'm not your friend
I just did a feat for 30 seconds, and I made a band
Hit her from the back, that shit so good that she can't even stand
Said her nigga do it better than me, I don't think he can
Rolls Royce, got the black out, windows in the rims
If he got a problem with my niggas, we can fix it then
Yo, this tryna come and f*ck my brother, better get her then
Bitch, I got more water one my necklace, than Lake Michigan
Bitch, acting weird on my phone, what the f*ck she on
Bae, I miss that pussy, let me hit it, I can't leave you alone
Yeah, I could be messy, I'm not like that, put you in my song
She be holding grudges when I text her like I did her wrong
I don't want no Off-White, I don't want Amiri
I tell my niggas turn the beat down, hoping they can hear me
Yeah, I know the bitches love me, and they other niggas fear me
And I don't talk to niggas, I don't talk to bitches, I don't talk to Siri
Hoes make my head hurt, let me make my bed first
When a nigga die, put me in a f*cking red hearse
Double-C her bag, after that, I got the red purse
Bitches come in last, cause you know I get the bread first
Know me bout my first and last, when I hit the set
Red and blue, you know I hit the dash, when I'm in that Vette
You better wear a helmet, not a vest, we shoot a bullet in that
Them niggas don't think I can f*ck his bitch, I swear that that's a bit
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I let go, Heartagram
Yeah, Benz truck, bad bitches, in the back seat with ten
Bad bitches, kissing bad bitches, they don't f*ck with men
We gon' party hardy, party, hardy, no you can't get in
Bad hoes, rubbing on my necklace, tryna slide it in
Got her in my jewelry, she got my watch on
She gon' suck it, sound good, damn, got my socks gone
I got this fur up on that nigga, caught, I got the fox gone
I make a milli', bring it to my city, got my block on
Yeah, hardest nigga out, these niggas tryna study how I rap
Close from out the country, when I shop, I'm getting this or that
I'm rocking that Ricky with the Ksubi, I just mix and match
When I'm not, it ain't top five, man, that's disrespect
I'm not your twin, I'm not your nigga, and I'm not your friend
I just did a feat for 30 seconds, and I made a band
Hit her from the back, that shit so good that she can't even stand
Said her nigga do it better than me, I don't think he can
Rolls Royce, got the black out, windows in the rims
If he got a problem with my niggas, we can fix it then
Yo, this tryna come and f*ck my brother, better get her then
Bitch, I got more water one my necklace, than Lake Michigan
Bitch, acting weird on my phone, what the f*ck she on
Bae, I miss that pussy, let me hit it, I can't leave you alone
Yeah, I could be messy, I'm not like that, put you in my song
She be holding grudges when I text her like I did her wrong
I don't want no Off-White, I don't want Amiri
I tell my niggas turn the beat down, hoping they can hear me
Yeah, I know the bitches love me, and they other niggas fear me
And I don't talk to niggas, I don't talk to bitches, I don't talk to Siri
Hoes make my head hurt, let me make my bed first
When a nigga die, put me in a f*cking red hearse
Double-C her bag, after that, I got the red purse
Bitches come in last, cause you know I get the bread first
Know me bout my first and last, when I hit the set
Red and blue, you know I hit the dash, when I'm in that Vette
You better wear a helmet, not a vest, we shoot a bullet in that
Them niggas don't think I can f*ck his bitch, I swear that that's a bit
Yeah, Benz truck, bad bitches, in the back seat with ten
Bad bitches, kissing bad bitches, they don't f*ck with men
We gon' party hardy, party, hardy, no you can't get in
Bad hoes, rubbing on my necklace, tryna slide it in
Got her in my jewelry, she got my watch on
She gon' suck it, sound good, damn, got my socks gone
I got this fur up on that nigga, caught, I got the fox gone
I make a milli', bring it to my city, got my block on
Yeah, hardest nigga out, these niggas tryna study how I rap
Close from out the country, when I shop, I'm getting this or that
I'm rocking that Ricky with the Ksubi, I just mix and match
When I'm not, it ain't top five, man, that's disrespect
I'm not your twin, I'm not your nigga, and I'm not your friend
I just did a feat for 30 seconds, and I made a band
Hit her from the back, that shit so good that she can't even stand
Said her nigga do it better than me, I don't think he can
Rolls Royce, got the black out, windows in the rims
If he got a problem with my niggas, we can fix it then
Yo, this tryna come and f*ck my brother, better get her then
Bitch, I got more water one my necklace, than Lake Michigan
Bitch, acting weird on my phone, what the f*ck she on
Bae, I miss that pussy, let me hit it, I can't leave you alone
Yeah, I could be messy, I'm not like that, put you in my song
She be holding grudges when I text her like I did her wrong
I don't want no Off-White, I don't want Amiri
I tell my niggas turn the beat down, hoping they can hear me
Yeah, I know the bitches love me, and they other niggas fear me
And I don't talk to niggas, I don't talk to bitches, I don't talk to Siri
Hoes make my head hurt, let me make my bed first
When a nigga die, put me in a f*cking red hearse
Double-C her bag, after that, I got the red purse
Bitches come in last, cause you know I get the bread first
Know me bout my first and last, when I hit the set
Red and blue, you know I hit the dash, when I'm in that Vette
You better wear a helmet, not a vest, we shoot a bullet in that
Them niggas don't think I can f*ck his bitch, I swear that that's a bit
Writer: Maximus Bradford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid